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Chapter 178: 84: One Wrong Step Leads to Miscalculation at Every Turn! (Please Subscribe)_4

Chapter 178: Chapter 84: One Wrong Step Leads to Miscalculation at Every Turn! (Please Subscribe)_4
 

In an instant, he and the many members of the Devil Clan behind him were enveloped within it.

Within just a few breaths, their figures had already started to blur.

Emperor Zhou’s gaze remained unchanged, but he raised an eyebrow with interest, “Great Migratory Treasure? Treasures capable of breaking the Border Area are rare. It seems that after living for hundreds of years, you, the Devil Emperor, have amassed quite a collection of good items.”

As Emperor Zhou spoke, he extended his finger, and a glint of golden light shone at its tip.

“Emperor Zhou, we shall meet again if fate allows. But, is it not excessive for you to attack me before I depart?”

The man in white paled slightly, although he had anticipated this, he was unable to stop it.

The power of Emperor Zhou had surpassed his imagination.

If he had taken Emperor Zhou by surprise and launched an attack when he was unprepared, perhaps he could have seriously wounded him in one fell swoop. But now, in this straightforward confrontation without any tricks, facing Emperor Zhou, the man in white only felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

A green radiance in front of him surged as he marshalled all his strength to resist Emperor Zhou’s attack.

All he could do now was to protect himself and the few individuals beside him; as for the other members of the Devil Clan, he was powerless to assist them.

Dealing with Emperor Zhou alone was already strenuous enough, let alone facing the surrounding constables from the Bureau of the Lamp, and the likes of Cheng Zhihai, who sent shivers down his spine.

One wrong move, and all subsequent ones could be missteps.

They had hidden themselves exceedingly well, but had been suddenly exposed, pulled from the shadows into the sunlight, their overall combined strength no match for Emperor Zhou and his allies’ homeground advantage.

Being able to escape back to the Eight-layered Devil Realm was already quite a feat.

As for whether the other Devil Clan members and Devil Emperors would mock him afterward, the man in white thought it was of no great consequence.

Normally collected, his face now spread with a hint of hatred in this moment.

“Who exactly discovered our whereabouts? Who??”

“Find him! Find him, flay his skin, extract his bones!”

The man in white thought to himself, as a thunderous roar filled his ears.

Divine suppression from Emperor Zhou had already reached in front of him.

A torrential power with a deep aura of annihilation rushed towards him.

“Shuxuan, come to my side.”

The man in white pulled the startled and confused girl next to him to the front, sheltering her beneath him.

Brilliant lights shone between heaven and earth, the aura of destruction spreading out like invisible shockwaves in all directions.

Waves upon waves surged across the surface of the canal.

After the white brilliance dissipated,

Emperor Zhou slowly lowered his hand, his majestic gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

Many of the Devil Clan’s attempts to teleport were disrupted, and they fell from the sky like dumplings.

The man in white and many members of the Devil Clan next to him had vanished without a trace, clearly having all escaped back to the Devil Region.

Emperor Zhou’s brow furrowed slightly, his fists tightened and then slowly relaxed.

The pressure the man in white exerted was also considerable; had it not been for the fact that this man in white belonged to the Green Hill Fox Tribe, if another Devil Clan Emperor had come, perhaps he might not have dealt with him so easily.

Although this time he let the Devil Emperor escape, at least no major disaster had occurred.

“Great Migratory Treasure, huh, next time you come to Great Zhou, I would like to see how many treasures of this caliber you have…”

Emperor Zhou’s face turned slightly cold. He waved his robes and, stepping through the air, headed towards the Imperial Palace.

“Zhihai, I leave the remaining members of the Devil Clan to you. Interrogate them thoroughly and see if you can find any trace of the crown prince.”

“Colluding with the Devil Clan, the crown prince really has fallen.”

Emperor Zhou’s voice rang in Cheng Zhihai’s ears.

Having said that, Emperor Zhou’s figure disappeared from sight.

Cheng Zhihai watched the remaining Devil Clan members, who were floating in the canal in a panic, a hint of murderous intent crossing his solemn face.

“Keep those with strength above the sixth rank for interrogation at the Bureau of the Lamp; the rest are to be executed on the spot!”

Along the canal, constables from the Bureau of the Lamp uniformly acknowledged the order.

They had been eager and impatient for the command.

Upon receiving Cheng Zhihai’s command, the constables hesitated not a moment before stepping into the canal, treading upon the water’s surface, engaging in battle with the Devil Clan.

Qi surged powerfully, sharp and fierce, as if intent on completely tearing apart the Devil Clan.

The sounds of battle could not be quelled in an instant.

Even from afar in the Capital city, one could faintly see intense bursts of Qi light emanating from the canal’s direction outside the Capital city.

Amidst the frequent flashes, vast waves of Qi fluctuated outward.

Even without being close to the vicinity of the canal, the intense fluctuations of Qi and the fierceness of the battle could still be felt.

The next morning, at sunrise, a mist and a faint blush of dawn hung over the canal.

The sun rose slowly, illuminating the stretch of canal once shrouded in darkness.

Sunlight reflected off the river’s surface, creating streaks of golden light.

The canal still bore a strong scent of blood; the corpses and severed limbs of the Devil Clan floated on the surface, tinting the water red with blood.

But under the sunlight, the canal that had been bloodstained and gloomy was instantly transformed into a warm and tranquil place.

The constables of the Bureau of the Lamp, after a night of battle, showed no signs of fatigue, quite the opposite; they were all invigorated.

Why?

The reason is simple!

Because all these Devil Clan members represented merit!